Don't run aground now,
Now that you just can't take it,
Don't lose control now,
Now there's no way to fake it.

You got mixed up but,
You're a pretty sweet illusion,
So many might've beens,
Take a 'trip' through your confusion,
Here's my dual meaning:
Love.

You want the world but,
But the world just can't get started,
You want the truth but,
But the truth ain't on the market.

You got mixed up but,
You're a pretty sweet illusion,
So many might've beens,
Take a 'trip' through your confusion,
Here's the ambiguity:
Hate.

Take a lunchtime stroll and,
And see the people who could make it,
Take a chance to turn away and,
You'll find you have to shake it.

You got mixed up but,
You're a pretty sweet illusion,
So many might've beens,
Take a 'trip' through your confusion,
One possible conclusion:
Waste.

You're a pretty sweet illusion,
But it's time to straighten out.